clear sky

I'm sorry that I worry,
  when you don't seem to care.

I'm sorry that I tickle,
  when I am playing with your hair.

I'm sorry that I hurry,
  when there is nothing else to do.

I'm sorry that I'm lonely,
  when I'm away from you.

I'm glad that I have found you,
  and that I can claim you mine.

I'm glad that you've shown me,
  things I could not find.

I'm glad that when I'm with you,
  all my worries float away.

I'm glad that when I'm with you,
  the sky's no longer gray.

Won't you come relax with me,
  and stay with me all day.

For when you leave, slowly I see,
  the clouds turn into gray.
{h.e.r.}